Inspired by this post. — I’m not sure what to expect laying here on this table. The woman who led me into the room had pressed her hand to my lower back and told me to take my time removing my clothes. “Consider it a first step to releasing your self,” she said as she …
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So why not? What if she said yes on her own terms? He trailed his fingers down her face and she felt that jolt again. That nagging voice in her mind reminded her that she shouldn’t hop back into his bed, but her body was practically panting to let him have her like only he …
It’s rare that I want to rework a story especially as volatile as this piece. This story, this feeling I have of needing to explore having my choice removed, demanded a second look. This is purely unedited, crotch grabbing fiction. Part of me wonders if I secretly ask for it. Not in the length of …
Where. Was. He?! Her face burned as she paced from the kitchen to the front door, her red soled stilettos clacking on the tiled floor as she moved. Bright spots of red dotted her cheeks and her full lips pressed in a thin line that gave her an intense look. Two hours of waiting had …
Something I’m working on, or one of many things more accurately. More intense language than I’d ever use in real life, but felt right with the character. Just playing around with more first person POV because it’s good writing practice. — The pain reverberated along my spine, drawing hot tears from my eyes. It surprised …
Kyle drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, his eyes darting to the front door, waiting for David to appear. “Hurry the fuck up,” he grunted, nervous energy and need making him impatient. His skin crawled with barely leashed desire. He needed inside Dave right now. The tight grasp of the blonde man’s ass around …